He has asked. Many times. Thus far receiving only silence for an answer. He must make his own purpose here, a truly daunting task in light of the millennia behind him.
The follow up question was, while easier to answer, no less dissatisfying:
"No."
He spreads a hand in something of a helpless gesture, the claw-like rings serving to almost bring his next explanation into visual relief of great webs and strands all interconnected but ever mysterious.
"Though it may not always seem the case, free-will is the first and driving force behind all mortal kind. Your gift, your burden. Each thread and pattern woven by the choices you have made, by the choices made of those around you, and choices that have not yet been presented." He gestures as though plucking at a strand from the ether to analyze further. Perhaps he was doing precisely that. "And, of course, a healthy dose of cosmic spontaneity. It simply wouldn't do for things to be too predictable, now would it?"
He seemed amused by his own little private joke.
"If I may posit yet another hypothesis... perhaps this place, these rifts, offer something of a... second chance. For those who have reached the end of their thread." He draws the claw back, as though snapping his imaginary thread. "You are not the first. Doubtful you will be the last."
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The follow up question was, while easier to answer, no less dissatisfying:
"No."
He spreads a hand in something of a helpless gesture, the claw-like rings serving to almost bring his next explanation into visual relief of great webs and strands all interconnected but ever mysterious.
"Though it may not always seem the case, free-will is the first and driving force behind all mortal kind. Your gift, your burden. Each thread and pattern woven by the choices you have made, by the choices made of those around you, and choices that have not yet been presented." He gestures as though plucking at a strand from the ether to analyze further. Perhaps he was doing precisely that. "And, of course, a healthy dose of cosmic spontaneity. It simply wouldn't do for things to be too predictable, now would it?"
He seemed amused by his own little private joke.
"If I may posit yet another hypothesis... perhaps this place, these rifts, offer something of a... second chance. For those who have reached the end of their thread." He draws the claw back, as though snapping his imaginary thread. "You are not the first. Doubtful you will be the last."